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With the advent of winter , the chilled wind brought
Memories of the old snowballs,
Thrown and caught with excitement….
With me ,you and few friends to play on!
The soft softies that melted slowly within,
Freezing and numbing our voice,
as we licked and
Still the fun never went dim…
In the woods where we walked ,
Many times we got deserted and lost,
Screaming and yelling each other’s name,
We often got reunited in minutes of forlorn ….
The street to the downtown goes straight,
Often reminds of our innumerable games ,
Cycling to the end of the world,
We dreamt …
“We would never separate”, we claimed…
The golden ,silvery chilling days…
Are now gone and are lost ,
in the sands of time …
like the morning white frost!
The softy in my hand melts away ,
The street looks lonely without our games,
Often now when we are lost ,
There’s no one to shout and beckon forth.
Those days of innocent childhood,
Which had different colors of hue,
Shall never be back again,
Once vanished in the blue…
soumyav 